“You shower me with words made of knives”

I know it’s some sort of sick, twisted past time of yours to patronize me almost every chance you get, but it still hurts. Each & every time. Funny, I thought I should be used to it by now, but I guess there’s just something wrong with the picture when you’re supposed to be having faith in your own child. When you’re supposed to believe I can be the better person. When you’re supposed to support & encourage, instead of putting down with your words.

You only have a right to demand for respect, if you show the same level of respect to those you ask of it from.

It being the fasting month, I expected better from you.
But disappointment sure knows how to bite.